haunted house. ON CRACK.

Fucking wireless. Everything's moving very slowly and programs are taking forfuckinever to load. D:

So I guess I should elaborate on last night's entry. :P

I realized that it was Friday the 13th, in October no less, so it was imperative that Meru and I do something awesome, so we went to the Edge of Madness "Scream Park" in Calhoun. That's like out in the middle of nowhere. We brought my mom's machete and other pointy things for protection from potential zombie uprisings and nuclear-testing mutants wandering around (hey--it was Friday the 13th. These things happen). It took about an hour and a half to get there, and despite everyone in North Louisiana driving like bitches, we made it to Calhoun safely. We walked in and paid for all three attractions. Unfortunately, we only made it to one attraction, as the lines were insanely long and the haunted house thing was never ending.



I, of course, insisted that we go to "Insanitorium" aka the nuthouse. I tell you, if psych hospitals/units were really like that then my stays would be a hell of a lot more interesting. So we stood in line for about half an hour and it was kind of hard to tell who worked there and who didn't because a lot of the workers were dressed in all black and goth make up and shit, and some people were just, you know, dressed like that because that's what they were. While standing in line, the workers come up and fuck with you. Meru and I had encounters with a werewolf (I was tempted to ask for his number; he was totally hitting on me) and also a very small, very evil clown. Okay, look, everyone has issues with clowns. But this clown was, in fact, a little person. This dude apparently had problems with Meru because he kept freaking her the hell out. He'd come up and she'd be looking off into the distance and he would get all up in her face and she was all, "WHY DOESN'T HE LEAVE ME ALONE?"

Well, they were around the same height. THANK YOU I'LL BE HERE ALL WEEK. Anyway, I was more irritated with the reaching out and "accidentally" brushing against us because I don't think they can legally, like, grab you but if they accidentally touch you there's nothing that can be done. Well, little dude kept reaching toward our legs and I DON'T KNOW WHY and that freaked me out so I was all like, "HEY YOU NEED TO STOP" and he looked up and glared and I was all *glares*. And then he went away. It was still weird, though. We finally got in, and that fucking asylum had everything that scares the shit out of me.

Continued!